In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa

Time 🕰️ A poem by Uncle Jack 🦉 #askunclejack #99yearsold #ww2veteran #countyourdays #bekind Time ⏳ I wonder where the time it went Once a pocket full of money Now Remains but a few cents And endless sea of days to come Now I count them down, one by one The voice in my head Remains the same But The face in the mirror Is but a stranger who has taken my name My hands.. my hands tell the story of many moons My pet coyote name Tito and the baby raccoons World war 2 and the Panama Canal A army to Au